mistaking cardiac arrest for butterflies
Flora beams at the confirmation, her smile curling like sunlight through sea mist—warm, radiant, and just a little smug. "See? Knew I could count on you," she says, her voice light as she taps one manicured finger against her temple. "Strategic resource allocation. That's what I'm all about." The joke lands with an airy laugh, but her eyes linger on him a second longer than they should, thoughtful. But the sparkle dims just slightly as she glances down, then flicks her gaze back up. "Seriously though. Thanks." It's quiet, not performative, slipping out like something she hadn't meant to let linger.
A breath later, the mood shifts again—another breeze catching her sails. "No, not that old," she agrees. He was actually young for her tastes, or at least it would seem that way, given both Jack and Asta's ages.
She angles her body toward him, propping her chin in her hand. "Hah, no. Firmly Safrin, through and through." Which given the herald's fondness for Torchline perhaps wasn't so surprising even if the goddess had clashed with nearly all members of her family. "Nothing against Ludo though. One time I even channeled it up in Stormbreak to win a kite flying competition. It created this crazy big kite that soared around and cut the strings of everyone else's."
A breath later, the mood shifts again—another breeze catching her sails. "No, not that old," she agrees. He was actually young for her tastes, or at least it would seem that way, given both Jack and Asta's ages.
She angles her body toward him, propping her chin in her hand. "Hah, no. Firmly Safrin, through and through." Which given the herald's fondness for Torchline perhaps wasn't so surprising even if the goddess had clashed with nearly all members of her family. "Nothing against Ludo though. One time I even channeled it up in Stormbreak to win a kite flying competition. It created this crazy big kite that soared around and cut the strings of everyone else's."
